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Wicked Phone

It changed everyone who touch it into its meanest form while the shape of the phone also changes overtime, like a magical material or some sort. Prankster, trickster, bully, no one know what kind of negative energy manifest inside that phone, but it's certainly not coming from a good place or owned by a good person since the very beginning. Plus, the effect is just so great, it wiped out the entirety of the owner's past existence and replaced it with this new set of reality that sounds stereotypical of mean people and how they can getaway with everything

Take Lukas or Luke over here. A graduate students in Chemistry, the contact with that phone swole his muscle and altered him 180 degree into totally different personality. He is also turned into a very smooth drug dealer, hiding the "good stuff" inside a sack of legal marijuana. I mean....pfft...Lanky Lucas, turned into jacked brute like this?

And then Declan and Vince. What should I said about this two? Virgin their entire live, very socially awkward and such a clumsy waterboy, Declan for the football team while Vince helped out the baseball team. But the contact with that phone changed both boys and since then, they are practically a pair of misogynistic bully. Teasing and even harassing some girls in the cheerleading team and utterly awful with the nerds, everytime the coach or anyone tried to bring them to the ethical board, their family's influence suddenly halt all those effort and the two douchebags just sailed through all of it

Renzo is a college drop-out who works in distant relative pizzeria in New York to just stay afloat. But one eventful day with the phone wiped all the sorrow and replaced it with how Renzo is an up and coming Italian-born model who rock various runway across the globe. The recent success he gained make him very cocky and his manipulative personality somehow always get him what he wants, free dinner after a quick fuck with random socialite in the bathroom, well-known photographer agreed to take his picture after his series of blackmail and even his penthouse bought by a guy that stared at him a second too long

Oh crap, now I see the aura surrounding that phone.

What sort of change will happen to this nice fella? Shit, I can see his bulge growing and face tattoos started to appear in his face!

[lilspudstud]

A Body Stealer Tale: Fugitive

"I only have four available at the moment. I don't hunt like I used to." I say, guiding the man to my basement, where four men are standing frozen in only their underwear.

"It's fine, they all look good." The man says.

He is a fugitive, one of the most wanted men in the country. The kind you see on the news, his face plastered everywhere, but no one knew the truth. No one knew the lengths he would go to escape. That’s where I come in. I don’t judge them—how could I? That’s not my role. My job is simple: I help them find a new body to hide in.

"Would you mind giving me their info?" The man asks.

"From left to right, we have Ethan. He's 19 years old, fresh out of high school, and I got him at a small beach town where he was spending his summer surfing and working part-time at a café. His bodysuit is smooth, with just the right amount of muscle definition, and that wavy hair makes him stand out. He's the perfect body if you like that carefree, beach vibe.

Next is Jake. At 22, he's fresh from the military, built like a rock. I picked him up after he finished his last tour. The tight buzzcut and his stocky build give him that no-nonsense, tough look. If you're into strength and durability, Jake's bodysuit is the one for you.

Then, we have Cole. He's 24 and hails from a small Texas town, hence the cowboy hat. I found him working at a rodeo—he's got that strong, silent type charm. His broad shoulders and muscular chest give him a powerful presence, perfect for anyone wanting that rough, country boy look. You won't be bothered by anyone if you pick him.

And finally, there's Luca. At 23, he's got a natural good-looking face that makes heads turn. I got him right after he graduated college—he was modeling on the side to make ends meet. His suit has that classic, athletic look, with just the right amount of body hair to give it character."

The man looked thoughtful, like he was having a hard time picking one. He inspected them from closer and pulled down the underwear of each one to inspect their junk. After a while, he finally decided.

"I think I’ll go with..."

[lilspudstud]

"Yeehaw! Now would you look at me?!" Logan said, straightening up and looking down at his toned, naked body.

Logan began to trace his body contours as he explored every crevice and crack of his new body. He touched his face and tested out his voice strangely before another man came out of the house calling for him. The man caught Logan fondling his dick.

"Logan? What are you doing babe? Having fun without me already?" He said flirtatiously.

Logan looked like a deer in headlights as he glanced up at his partner. A crooked smile plastered over his face as he realized this man was his new husband.

"Can't a boy have some fun being all lonesome?" He said with a thick country accent. He stood up letting his hairy manhood flop and slap against his thigh.

"Well of course. But what gives with that accent? You sound... like a hillbilly."

"Just trying something new darling." He said before lunging at his boyfriend with an aggressive kiss as he lets his dick rub into his partner's jeans.

"Fuck Logan, what's gotten into you? Fuck you're so hot babe." His partner said exasperated between kisses.

"A whole lot, partner. I'm feeling like a whole new man. I hope you like it." He said as he turned his husband around and lined up his throbbing dick with his ass.

Meanwhile, the real Logan looked on in horror as he was powerless to the ghost that had taken up residence in his body.

[lilspudstud]

Being Grant Turner

“Man, I’m gonna score so many pussies with this body tonight,” said the stranger, as he was posing with my muscles in front of my mirror.

Hey guys, I don’t know who is reading my mind right now, but here I am, Grant Turner. I used to be an average guy until I wished to a djinn to have a body that any men would dream to have. In a month, I became jacked as hell. I was overjoyed. Still, little did I know that my wish also made me the victim of any man wishing for a better body. At random times, I get possessed by any guy in the world, with different consequences on my life. As you can see right now, their common point is that they all enjoy my body.

“Ooh yes! I’m sending this to Quinn!”

Luckily, I was currently the vessel of a straight man, so at least I will make love to a woman.

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of his twink ass with my beefy frame!”

Oh shit. 

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This leather daddy possessed me only for one day, but it felt like a century. I was screaming inside the whole time and the bastard was getting off hearing me struggling for control. I woke up with my junk inside another man and covered in sperm. You might have guessed, but my love life is zero, while my sex life has reached new heights. 

I could barely outside without having a man looking at me with desire, and ending up in my body. My thoughts got interrupted when my phone rang, it was my grandpa.

“Hey, gramps, how are you?” I asked him.

“Oh you know, life could be better. Sometimes, I wish that I was still as young as you are,” he said.

“Oh trust me, you don-AAAARGHHHH! NO! NOT AGAIN!”

I fell on the ground, knowing exactly what had just happened.

“Oh, Grant, what jus- my voice, it’s my grandson’s!”

Hey gramps, welcome inside.

“Grant, I am inside your body,” he started touching my muscles, “holy cow, you have the chest of a bull! And those arms, like trees!”

Thanks, gramps, now, could you please do nothing too crazy with my body?

“Hm, I’m sorry kiddo, but you know… I cannot waste a body like this,” he said as he removed my shirt flexed at his new reflection.

Alright… What is it gonna be? Flirting with the sexy nurse at your retirement home?

“Not really…”

Don’t tell me you’re gonna have sex with a man too?!

“Please, Grant! There are things I would like to do before death. If it makes you feel better, I can help you hook with one or two girls. If I have the time of course, I’m gonna be busy with this sexy body of yours”

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My grandpa certainly had the time to do everything he wanted to do, he stayed in my body for two months! I am not sure, but I think that the stronger the desire is to stay in my body, the longer the man possesses me. So I guess that’s why the leather bear only stayed for one day, he was probably missing his hairy fat body. 

Anyway, I am glad that at least my grandpa got to relive his youth. Too bad it was through me. It was weird seeing all the dirty things he did with other guys in bed, and with my body to beat it! He made me wear old clothes and changed my hairstyle, making my partners call me “Old man”. 

My grandpa was not disappointed to return to his normal life but did not regret living mine. I decided to go to the gym to relax. The men’s locker room was mostly empty, except for a teen, observing a blue tank, too much bigger for him to wear.

“Hey buddy, might wanna buy a smaller size,” I said to him.

“No way! I plan on becoming buff enough to be able to wear this Captain America tank!”

“Well, you’re at the right place.”

“Yeah… I bet that you can wear this tank just fine, I wish I had a body like yours soon.”

“You-UUUNNGGGG!”

Instantly, the teen was catapulted inside me.

“My head, I don’t feel so- wow. I am the stud?”

Yep man, enjoy it, I guess.

“I have to try it on,” the teen shouted before putting his tank on.

“Yeah! I look straight up out of a comic book! I never had muscles like these.”

So, what are you going to do with my body?

“Becoming a superhero, of course!

Oh God.

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Needles to say, the superhero idea failed miserably, and the teen ended up using my body, in a tight latex suit, to have fun as a go-go dancer at a club. At least he never had sex with my body, but did he love jerking off! And he loved talking to me while stroking my dick with my hands. He ended up staying inside me for one week and three days. Could have been worse I guess.

I expected to spend the weekend relaxing at my flat, but instead I woke up in the forest, in front of a shack made of branches.

“Thanks God, they finally sent help for me!” a bearded man rushed out of the shack, “I wished for anything, rescue, food-

“Sex?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Yes this too, how did you know?”

“Just wait.”

There was an awkward silence, before a strong gust of wind pushed the man inside me. I groaned, always trying to push them out of me. As usual, I got possessed again.

“Hey, hello hot stuff. Waiting for rescue will be less long with you.”

Happy to help. So let me guess, you got stranded on an island?

“Indeed mate. It quickly got lonely, until you came in and gave me this hunky body! Well, you don’t have to watch, but I’m going to jack off, I need it!”

Go ahead, I cannot stop you anyway.

He grabbed my package with his left hand while the other was fondling my chest.

“Jesus, your pecs are so strong, and this chest hair, so soft and virile.”

While we are at it, try my armpit.

“You’re right! They’re so fuzzy and-hmm smell so good.”

My grandpa said the same.

“Wait, what?”

Nothing.

“Oooh, oooooohhh. OOoooohhh! Here I come! AAAAAHHHHH!”

Man, you must be on this island for a long time, I never saw anyone shoot that much jizz with my body.

“You bet, this body makes me almost wanna stay here forever.”

——————————-

It has been one month and nothing had happened apart from a lot of masturbation. Thankfully, when a boat finally arrived, I returned to my body, back to my flat. I hate when this possession thing makes me teleport…

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Today was a rather important day for me, I had a job interview and had to go to the building office of the company. As I was early, I decided to check my appearance in the male’s restroom. However, as I soon as I stepped inside, I saw a familiar voice.

“Grant Fucking Turner,” the janitor said.

“Mitch, happy to see you again,” I said to my high school nemesis.

“Look at you now, you became one piece of hot work. Must be nice to be you.”

I gulped, “Hm, I have to go.”

I turned around and stormed to the door, but as I was about to grab the knob, I felt a giant force pushing in my back. I held the sink next to me, while my other fist was shaking against the wall.

“Gaaaah! NOT NOW! NGGG!”

Soon the process repeated again and I was pulled at the back of my mind, as a witness for the tenant of my body. At first, Mitch was just recovering for the headache, but then he caught his, or, mine reflection and a wide smirk appeared on his face.

“Damn Mitch, you’re Grant Turner. Life’s gonna be good,” he said as he felt my muscular arms.

Please Mitch, I have a job interview…

“Grant? You’re still here? Don’t worry, I will great care of your body,” he smirked while unbuttoning my shirt.

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Much to my surprise, I got the job, but not in the way that I wanted. You see, during high school, Mitch’s girlfriend left him for me, so he wanted revenge. Next thing I knew, he used my body to suck the interviewer’s cock.

“Well, well Grant old boy, you one got deepthroat,” Mitch snarked to a mirror in my room.

Mitch, as soon as you leave my body, I-

“I will never leave your body, it’s mine now. Let’s test it.”

In a haste, Mitch jumped to the floor and did a handstand.

“Wow! This shit is so easy with those muscles!”

“… 69, 70, 71…” Mitch counted, savoring the control he had over my body. 

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It had been six months and Mitch had settled perfectly with my life, I was now engaged to the boss of the firm I was working for, so I could be his fuckboy at work and at home. The only thing he respected was my body, he never ceased to boast and flaunt it, particularly to mirrors, just to taunt what had stolen from me. One day, he was digging through my childhood pictures, just to corrupt my past after taking over my future.

“Damn Grant, you were so skinny as a kid. Luckily, you grew meat on it,” he flexed his left bicep. 

I used to reply to his provocations, but now I had honestly given up. 

“Oh, isn’t that your little daddy? Kinda cute. Too bad he passed away, I wish he could see how hot his son had become.”

All of a sudden, the glass of the photograph cracked, making Mitch let go of it. As he looked at the picture of my father, he winked. Soon, we both felt a shudder penetrating us, ground our teeth and, progressively, everything got black.

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One year later.

“Honey, are you coming?” a voice echoed from the living room.

“Yeah, soon!” Grant said, while holding his phone, “Damn son, I still don’t know how it happened, but I love your body. So young, so manly and strong, and you’re so hairy, it’s insane!”

I tried to shout at him, but he could not hear me.

“I don’t know what happened to you, but trust me, I won’t waste that sexiness of yours. Let’s take a pic for our fans. Fuck oil looks so good on yo- I mean, on my muscular chest!”

[lilspudstud]

Being Grant Turner (Pt. 2)

Read Part 1 by @your-myst-world here.

(James' POV)

I still can’t believe I’m here, living in his body after all this time. Three years, and I haven’t left. Not once. Still got these chiseled abs, this bull chest, and arms that could snap a tree in half. Every morning, I wake up and flex, just to make sure it’s all real. And, every morning, it is. The same reflection stares back at me—Grant’s body, but my life now.

I have no idea how or why this happened. One day, I was in my old body, getting by as best I could, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up inside this one. It didn’t make sense at first, but once I found the obituary… well, that explained a lot. I must have died, though I don’t remember actually dying. One minute, I was just living my life, and then… bam, here I am, looking like a Greek god, with Grant’s muscles rippling every time I so much as lift my arm.

Now, I like to think that Grant—my sweet boy—somehow gave this to me as a gift. I mean, what else could it be? Maybe he felt like I’d died too soon, like I didn’t get enough time to enjoy life. So, in his own way, maybe he wanted me to experience this body, just for a little while.

At first, I tried to live his life the best I could. I owed him that much, didn’t I? I mean, it wasn’t like I’d asked to wake up in Grant’s body, but now that I was here, I figured the least I could do was repay him somehow. I got really into the gym, even more than he had been. I pushed his muscles, ran farther, lifted heavier. I wanted to honor the body he’d worked so hard to build.

I tried to live just like him. Stuck to his routines, kept up with his friends, even went on a couple dates with girls from his social circle—because Grant was straight. And, for a while, I was fine with that. I convinced myself that I was just filling in, that he’d be back soon, and when he did, he’d find his life perfectly in order, his body even better than before.

But then… after about a year, I started to wonder. Where was he?

At first, I thought I owed it to Grant to live his life perfectly, to honor what he’d built before… before whatever happened. I didn’t know where he was or if he could see me, but I figured the least I could do was take care of things for him. So, I threw myself into the gym, even harder than he had. I pushed this body beyond what he’d ever done, sculpting it into something truly remarkable. I made sure to live his life the way he would have wanted—straight, clean-cut, avoiding any of the temptations that, well, let’s just say I used to indulge in my old life.

I even went on dates with women, keeping up appearances, doing what I thought Grant would do. It felt weird at first, like I was playing a role in someone else’s life. But I did it because I thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d come back. Maybe one day, he’d take over again, and I didn’t want him to find his life in ruins.

But after about a year, I started to wonder… where was he?

Grant, if you’re still in here, why haven’t you taken back control?

I never got an answer. It was just silence, day in and day out. No whispers in the back of my mind, no sense of being watched. Just me. And after a while, I stopped waiting for him to show up. I stopped wondering if he’d ever come back.

Maybe he gave me this body permanently. Maybe he knew what he was doing when he… gave me this gift.

I remember the moment it hit me. I was standing in front of the mirror, just like I do every morning, and I caught my reflection, flexing those muscles—his muscles—and something inside me… shifted. A pulse of heat shot through me, and I smirked at my reflection, feeling the growing heat in my body. My hand slid lower, over the hard ridges of these perfect abs, until it rested on my bulging cock.

"You must’ve known what you were doing, son," I muttered, my voice thick with arousal, gripping myself harder. "Giving me this body forever... Damn, you’re a good kid."

What James didn’t know—what he couldn’t have known—was that Grant had been cursed. A curse that allowed others to possess his body, the length of possession determined by the strength of their desire for it. The problem was, James’s desire wasn’t just stronger than anyone else’s; it wasn’t just about wanting his son’s youthful body. James was dead. And as long as he desired to stay alive, he had no choice but to stay in Grant’s body. Forever.

I started stroking, slow at first, savoring every moment, every sensation. This was mine now. It had to be. Grant must have wanted this for me—why else would I still be here? My grip tightened, and I started pumping faster, the thought of this body being mine forever sending waves of pleasure through me.

"Yeah, Grant," I whispered, looking at the reflection, my own eyes staring back at me, my hand moving faster. "I'm you now… and you're never coming back."

I felt myself getting closer, the idea of permanence—the thought that this body was mine forever—pushing me over the edge. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My whole body tensed, muscles bulging, and I came, hard, moaning Grant's name as I did.

"Fuck yeah, I’m a good kid," I gasped, feeling the release wash over me, my cock throbbing in my hand.

After that, day by day, I started making this body my own. It wasn’t just Grant’s anymore; it was mine. I started pushing the boundaries, doing things Grant would never have done. I entered a few bodybuilding competitions, showing off the work I’d put into this body. That got me lots of attention—guys at the gym, people online, and eventually, even a boyfriend. Yeah, you heard that right.

It still feels surreal sometimes, standing in front of the mirror like I am right now, running my hand over the fresh ink on my bicep. The tattoo—bold, intricate—stretches across the muscle, complementing the work I’ve done. Grant really would’ve hated it. He wasn’t into tattoos, and he probably would’ve thought it ruined his “clean” image. But if he hasn’t come back by now… well, the way I see it, I’m probably right. This is permanent. This body? It’s kind of mine to do what I please with.

And you know what? I can’t even begin to thank him enough.

I get to be me—gay me—and I have the most beautiful, strong, hunky boyfriend to enjoy it with. He loves my body just as much as I do, if not more. And the sex? Jesus, it’s the best I’ve ever had. He’s into the same kinks I am, especially the worship play. He loves getting down on his knees, kissing every inch of these muscles, telling me how perfect I am. It’s like a dream, really.

Sometimes, when he’s running his hands over my chest, whispering how much he adores me, I think about how lucky I am. Grant may have been straight, but me? I get to live in this hot body and live out all the things I used to want in my old life.

So yeah, maybe Grant gave me this as a gift. Maybe he thought I deserved one last shot at life. Whatever it was, I’ve made the most of it. And every time I look at myself in the mirror, I smile, because I know this body—my body—will be mine forever.

[lilspudstud]

My younger brother has changed rapidly over the past few months. At first I thought he might have been taking steroids or sarms, but these changes are unreal.

He used to be a small twink, barely taller than 165. I towered above him with my 195 height. As the big strong brother he couldn’t do anything against me, I just lifted the little runt up and be done with it.

At first I noticed how tight his shirts started to look, then his height began to change and we slowly were equal in height and then he surpassed me. His body widening and thickening with muscle. Amazed with his progression I kept bugging him to tell me his secret, which he didn’t tell me. As days went by he just kept growing, stronger and hotter. The hairless man now with a stubble and a fur on his body. I had to know what he used.

One day I followed him, into the gym as he lifted. Nothing strange happened there, I did see many huge bodybuilders around. I would imagine some pro’s and many got up to my little brother. Finally after he had his session done, about 2 hours later, he got into the shower. I hid behind a wall as I kept watch, he straight away stepped into the sauna after. I saw a few more men finishing their shower and entering the sauna. All of them could be gymshark athletes.

I didn’t know what happened in there, so I decided to peak. There I saw it! My little bro on his knees, sucking on a cock one of those muscled hunks, while jerking two others. Suddenly a bouldering voice behind me said to get in instead of snooping. My little brother turned around to see me, then two big guys behind me figured I am his brother. They ordered me to strip and get in.

When I got in, my brother sat down quiet as one guy inspected my own body. He said I had potential, maybe even more than my little brother. He asked if I knew what they did, what made him grow big and strong. I said no, he never told me. He chuckled, good, you will not speak about it as well. Tell him kiddo. My brother told about how he had been able to gain such a transformation. He said that since he had been swallowing their cum, it made him rapidly grow like a puberty.

The big guy chuckled again, he said he had been feeding several men here since the start. His cum is packed with powerful proteïnes and hormones, which in turn give the others the same after a while. All of them have become a pack of extremely hunky muscle alpha males with the cum to turn others into one of them. He said it’s time to add another, saying my little bro is almost ready as well. I think we all have another in the tank to start with you. First your little brother however.

I watched as he walked back in the center, four bodybuilders around him. I looked as he began sucking each and everyone of them. They fucking his throat, but damn all of their cocks are enormous. Their balls hanging low, but still huge oranges. The biggest of them all, the one who talked to me, had the fattest and biggest tools. His size impressive in ever single way. He finished last in my brothers throat, seeing his nuts contract as he emptied his balls. It was then I saw my little brother his cock, I always had the bigger one but his is now double mine. He is almost as hung as the other men.

The big man then looked at me, telling it’s my turn. The first guy walked up to me and immediately began to jerk his cock. Then said open and shoved it in. He told the others how nice my throat feels, as he fucked my face. I choked, he slapped my face and told me that breath. I had to learn this or choke. Finally he came, I felt a warm blast deep down my throat. It immediately went down my stomach. After that one the next took his place, there I got used by each and everyone until only my brother and big leader were left.

He ordered my brother to go next, he hesitated at first but he had to. The moment I had my brother his cock in my throat he began ramming it. His raw strength holding me in place as he made me his slut. The guys cheered him on, I looked up, seeing his bloated belly. It hit me, it’s their cum in him. I had no chance to see, but I felt with my hands. My own belly now extended way forward, feeling bloated too. Then my brother groaned and I felt him adding his load as well.

The big man then walked up to me, he shoved his meat down my throat. Telling the other men how my throat still needs some stretching. They laughed and said to him to make me take it all. I could feel my throat stretching out to make him fit. His sweaty balls against my chin. He fucked my face roughly, I looked up to see his muscled physique glistening. It took him quite a while until he finally came as well. A massive load poured into my throat. When he was done with me, he slapped my face and said I’m a good boy, ordering me to be here again in two days same time.

My brother and I didn’t speak to each other that entire day. Both of our belly’s were full of cum, mine more than him. I woke up the next morning, my brother texted a pic of him. He said to come to his room, he had grown again. Bigger and manlier, as I got to his place he stood fully nude and erect. He told me I looked better, bigger as well. He then pushed me down, I could not resist something in me wanted this. I began sucking his even bigger cock, getting as hard as steel. Then he let me bend over the bed, after he spit on his cock. A sharp stinging pain at first, he shoved his massive tool in me ass.

I didn’t want this, but I also did want it. Is this a side effect of it all. Becoming a muscled hunk also means I’ll be a cum dump for others? My brother fucked me that morning like a wild beast, soft in the beginning only to build it up. The feeling of such a big tool in me made my own cock hard, I came as he did inside me.

[lilspudstud]

Damn boy you sure are a lean twink. I think you would be that extra push I need to surpass my current plateau.

Stop screaming the sound you make only tickles my throat, sound barely gets through. The music playing in the gym cancels out anything. Such a big strong boy you are, it’s a good thing I waited after your workout. The sweaty body of yours helps sliding you down and your weakened state I hardly have to fight you. Ughh, so that was the hard part. How is it down there? My whole belly is bloated out with you packed tight in my stomach.

Don’t worry boy you will be gone soon enough, I just hide in the private shower until you are completely digested.

I feel you squirming around in my stomach, does this mean you are feeling my digestive acids are trying to break you down? I can feel it you know, soon you will inhale some special liquids my body makes and you will pass away. Then my body will release special acids to rapidly digest your ... oh hehe I feel it starting. Each breath I take I can feel my belly becoming less bloated out. Your body turning into nutritious liquid and pumped then around feeding every muscle in my body. Your memories become mine, knowing all your secrets. Your bones strengthening and thickening mine to make sure I can hold even more mass on my frame. Your cum and testosterone producing balls feeding mine, doubling in size and production. Then enhancing my looks with yours only to improve to lure more to me. This happens beside all the muscle you had adding to mine making me a stronger bigger beast.

I feel the last bit of you leaving my stomach as the changes subsided. I left immediately after my veins still pumping some leftovers of you around, making sure you are evenly distributed.

[lilspudstud]

Sporting his sons buddy.

When Eric came by to get his son he acted wirhout much thinking. He always was curious for his fit body. And as his son was still out it was the perfect opportunity.

"He should be back every minute" he said "come in"

But as he left to get a drink for that impressive friend of his youngest, he grabbed something else from a hidden compartment of his work desk.

"Take some coke" he said, returning to the hall, handing over the can while his other hand skillfully emptied a syringe into the biceps of that hunk, putting down the can while Erics eyes already went blank.

"Sorry, dude" the father murmured while he grabbed that kid under his pits to drag him to the study "I won't borrow you for long", thinking about some brotime, sporting this fot, young lad, already excilerating his whole body when he slid in his first foot down those muscly legtubes, then the other, pulling up the husk his sons buddy had turned into, up his naked hips, hember into the covers of that new tool, then his upper body before he slid in his arms to finally pull over that handsome mask over his well groomed own features.

His body shivered as the suit began to transform his body, merged until he fully became Eric, looking into the mirror, smiling playfully ashamed as he looked at his well raged equipment.

Then he heared the door "Dad, are you home?"

"Shit", he expressed, injoying the first time speaking with Erics tone, rushing to get dressed.

"Ah! he, buddy!" he greeted his 'buddy' shortly after. "Your dad let me in, before he ghad to leave" still feeling the thrill of that young body stretching his crotch. "Ready to pump some load?"...

[lilspudstud]

Given Purpose

Mitch woke up in a sweat, where the hell was he? It was pitch black and he couldn’t make out a thing. He slid his hand against the cold concrete floor he lay on and slowly pushed himself to his feet. Stumbling with his hands stretched out in front of him, Mitch finally found a wall. He ran his hands along until he worked out he was in a small box like room with no door to be found. A chill tan down his spine as he felt around in the dark. His body felt cold and he patted himself down to find he was only in his underwear and a shirt. Claustrophobia started to set in as he started banging against the tightly packed walls. The already tiny room felt even smaller as he started panicking. He screamed out to no one in particular to no reply. Before he got too scared a light shone down from the ceiling. Mitch covered his eyes with his arm, it was bright and his eyes has to take a minute to adjust. He still couldn’t find a door to this new found predicament, but looking up he saw it was someone shining a light down onto him. Was he in a hole? What the hell? Why was he there?

“Hey asshole,” shouted Mitch, “get me the fuck out of here! I have rights you prick. Someone will be looking for me!”

Before he got a chance to shout anymore, a small canister was thrown in with him that sprayed a gas that stung his eyes. He thought he was going to die as he chocked and grew light-headed. Then he passed out and everything went dark again.

“So Mitch, what makes you say you have no purpose in life?”

Mitch looked down at his legs. His breath stifled as he tried to piece his answer together. “I guess I’ve just run out of drive. Plus getting kicked out of college means I’ve wasted my studies. I have no where to go. Nothing to do.” Mitch began to sob.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but don’t worry Mitch. I’m sure something will turn up and give you purpose again.” The counsellor smiled as he placed a hand tentatively on Mitch’s shoulder.

Mitch blinked his eyes open and felt the tape stuck tightly around his mouth. He groaned in discomfort as he tried to reach his hands to his face only to discover they’d been handcuffed to his sides. He could barely move. The clacking sound of footsteps entered the room as Mitch over to see several men in long doctors coats looking down at him.

“Subject 2793 is ready for repurpose. Send him down to the lab immediately.”

Repurpose, what the fuck was that? As soon as the other doctors started moving him, Mitch tried to thrash about and break free of his restraints. He wanted to scream. To cry. Why did they want him? A sharp sting was all he felt in the side of his neck before he was back off to sleep.

When he next awoke he was shocked to find himself using weights. He had a heavy set of dumbbells in his hands and was in a line with several other men all working out. They all had large impressive physiques. Sure Mitch was fit but he has more of a runners build. It took a moment for him to register that he was not much like these other men. He too was larger, broader, heavier and more muscular. He dropped the weights in shock as he looked down at his hands.

His palms were calloused and far wider than he remembered. His arms were thicker and felt heavy as he raised them. He looked down to see a pair of thick bulging pecs followed by a rippling set of abs. But before he could explore anymore of his strange predicament, a technician stepped out in front of him. The man pressed a finger lightly on Mitch’s forehead.

“Reset.”

And with that, Mitch’s stare grew blank as his face lost all emotion. He was a clean slate again.

“Shit, did another one break out of trance?”

“I’m afraid so doc, should we up the muscle growth formula? We know large quantities decrease brain function so maybe he won’t break consciousness again?”

“That’s a good idea, whilst you’re at it we should up his sessions in the reprogramming room. We need a clean slate if we want these men to be loyal soldiers.”

“You got it!”

With that the technician stated into Mitch’s blank face as he stood there gazing out into nothing. The man placed a hand on Mitch’s bulging pectoral and gave it a tight squeeze. Mitch gave no response. No hint of any emotion.

“You’re making a great specimen soldier. Now how about we put that oral training to use.”

[lilspudstud]

Hey bro, whatcha doin' down there? What you want your body back? Nahhh, dude, you lost your privileges a long time ago. Few too many nerds stuffed in lockers. See Karma's a cold hearted bitch and she's an LGBTQIA ally, so she gave  the ability to take control of guys bodies. I can't completely snuff out their consciousness, which honestly is fine with me, cuz it means they to experience all the shit I do pretending to be him. I can, however, control the POV their consciousness experiences the world from so I stuffed you down into my new dick. Hope you like the smell of ass, because your about to be stuffed deep into some very soon.

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[lilspudstud]

Hospital Possession

I didn’t expect to die. I came to the hospital with some pain in my jaw. It turns out I was in the middle of an aortic dissection. They promised they would take care of me. I knew I was going to walk out of this building one way or another.

Unfortunately, my old body was too weak to survive such trauma. I found myself lost and disembodied in the ER department for a few days. It was exciting to see the world, not tethered to a physical form. However, this was getting old and I soon missed the pleasures of the living world.

I saw a familiar face from my treatment. Connor was an RN. It took great care of me when I was alive. But now that I’m dead, he has other uses. I jumped in his body in state just below the surface so when it came time to assert my control, he would be powerless to stop it. I take a moment to take him over in the bathroom and snap a shot of my new body and send it to my husband, “I’m Back, did you miss me?”

[lilspudstud]

Stolen Jockstrap

Adam laid in bed with his nose firmly pressed against a white jockstrap he had stolen from the men’s locker room at the gym. The smell of sweat still lingered in the unwashed cloth. Adam’s audible sniffs filled the bedroom as he indulged in the scent. His hands pawed at his growing member in his sweatpants as he pushed the used jockstrap against his face. Having been raised to never touch what didn’t belong to him, Adam was extremely hesitant to steal the jockstrap from the locker room. But as Adam grew harder and more aroused with every sniff, he was very glad he snatched it. 

“God this smells sooo fucking good!” Adam moaned. While Adam was initially content with just sniffing the used jockstrap and rubbing one out, he got the sudden idea to put it on. Actually wearing the jockstrap never crossed Adam’s mind. While he was originally against the idea, Adam felt an inexplicable urge to put it on as he massaged his cock through his sweats. 

“I’ll just wear it for a little bit…” Adam whispered to himself as he slowly stripped down. His erect dick sprang up as he took off his pants and underwear. He then lifted his leg up and through the hole of the jockstrap. He did the same with the other leg, then pulled the strap up until the cloth cup rested on his groin.

“Damn… This feels so good!” The jockstrap felt cool against Adam’s smooth skin. Being as scrawny as he was, the jockstrap was unfortunately too big for him. It hung loosely over his junk, clearly a size or two too big for him. Wearing a stolen jockstrap was hot in theory, but an oversized strap only killed Adam’s boner once he tried it on. Plus, he was never going to be able to smell the original owner’s cock musk if he was wearing it. 

“Alright, that’s enough of that. Time to continue the real fun.” 

Adam’s hands reached for the elastic waistband sitting on his waist, ready to take it off. However, Adam found he couldn’t pull it down no matter how hard he tried. It was like the jockstrap itself was refusing to come off!

“Huh!? What’s going on? Get off me!!” Aw c’mon Adam, you can’t take me off now! It’s like you said, the real fun’s just getting started!

Adam jolted. He recognized that voice. It was the voice of the guy who owned the white jockstrap. Adam frantically looked around the room but there was no sign of him anywhere. He was completely alone in the room. Then, once a disturbing realization hit him, Adam peered down at the jockstrap. Without Adam’s command, his dick twitched underneath the fabric when he looked at it.

“No… Don’t tell me you’re in the jockstrap… You can’t be serious!!”

That’s right fucker! You stole my clothes, so I’m stealing your body! I think that’s only fair, right?

Adam felt a sudden sharp pain on the tip of his dick. It felt like something was trying to enter the slit of his dick. It was overwhelming. He tried curling up to protect himself. 

Uh uh uh! I don’t think so! Open up those legs for Daddy!!

Without his command, Adam’s legs swung back open. He laid with his arms and legs fully spread like a starfish. Once he was wide open, he felt the owner’s essence slide down the length of his erect member, causing his cock and balls to throb and swell as they grew to accommodate an unexpected guest. 

Alright, I’m in! Get ready Adam!! If you wanna wear my clothes, then you gotta look the part too! Here we goooo!!

Adam felt an otherworldly presence growing inside his body. It filled his fingers, his toes, even his face! Every inch of Adam’s body grew warmer as hair began growing all over his once smooth, thin body. His torso inflated with muscle mass until he had two heavy pecs covered in hair resting on his chest with abs to match too. Adam groaned in pain as his shoulders stretched outwards. He was panting like a dog as his shoulder muscles shifted and contracted until he had the rugged shoulder span of a college linebacker. 

His legs were no exception to the transformation either. Adam’s thighs became drenched in sweat as the spirit possessing him forced the muscles to grow rapidly. His flat ass filled in with mass until he had the nice, firm bubble butt of a man who never skipped leg day. The elastic waistband of the jockstrap strained to keep up with Adam’s transformation. It used to fit him too big, but now it fit justtt right as Adam’s legs became well-defined and toned with muscle. 

All the while Adam’s cock throbbed and pulsed against the jockstrap as blood rushed throughout Adam’s body. His 5 inch pecker grew and swelled under the spirit’s command, making his five incher a hefty 7.5 rod with girth and hair to boot. The warm, stretching sensations Adam was experiencing in his body was a pleasure unlike any he’s ever had. It left him practically begging for release from all the building tension in his body. Once his body transformation was finished, loads of warm spunk came flowing out of his dick and into the jockstrap.

“Ahhhhhh FUCK yeahhhh!!!” Adam, now under the control of the jockstrap’s original owner, let out a deep, bellowing moan that shook the walls of his bedroom. His new, hung cock was twitching as it finished pumping out loads. The new, musclebound Adam smirked as he looked down at his newly possessed body. 

“You like what you see, Adam?” the owner teased. He could still feel and hear Adam’s consciousness somewhere in the back of his mind. “Too bad you can’t enjoy these muscles with me. If only you didn’t steal my shit, then maybe you wouldn’t be trapped inside your own mind right now, such a shame! Oh well… I guess I’ll just have to have fun for you!”

“Adam” hopped off his bed and took a quick selfie before he went out for a night of fun and fucking as revenge against his thief, all while the original Adam was powerless to stop him.

[lilspudstud]

New Soldier Skin

Nick found it weird that the doctor was calling him again for a check up, he had done one early that month and they normally don't do twice a month. But he had no choice in the matter, he was just a soldier.

"I'm feeling perfectly fine doctor, there's no need for another check up, also I'm out of duty tomorrow"

"Nonsense, It's very important that we keep track of the health of our soldiers, now stand on the scale over there please. We just want to make sure that you are ready to return to your family, I bet you must be really excited right?"

"Yes I am, Doctor, It's been a long time, can't wait to see my wife and kids back at home" He said getting on the scale.

The doctor's friendly expression changed drastically once Nick was standing on the scale with his back to him, now the doctor had a blank and emotionless expression. The doctor walked to his laptop on his table and pressed a key.

"My wife can't wait to see me back at home, and the kids are really...huh?" The soldier looked down at his feet confused, he could feel the scale vibrating beneath his feet, he tried to take his feet off the scale but he couldn't, his feet were stuck to the scale like a magnetic force was pulling them down "That's weird, I can't pull my feet off the scale, doctor?"

"Thank you for your service, Nick" It was all the Doctor said before pressing another key on the laptop.

"What? What is..." Before Nick could finish, he felt a strong electric shock run up from his feet and spread to the rest of his body, he could feel every cell in his body being hit by the eletrical charge. His body became rigid and he grunted for a few seconds, but then the humming of the scale stopped and he fell to the floor completely hollowed out. His hollow head on the floor with smoke coming out of his orifices.

The Doctor looked unfrazed at the lifeless bodysuit on the floor, actually, he looked even bored with the whole event.

"You can come out now, your new skin is ready" The doctor said and then the door opened and a humanoid alien entered the room. The white humanoid alien was wearing a visibly worn out and torn open human skin, it was very damaged with holes and scratches, and was also missing half the face, under the skin it displayed the alien true form, a white gelatinous goo.

"It was a shame that your last human skin was damaged in battle, you're always so careless with your skins. The General was furious." Said the Doctor.

"I know, I will be more carefull this time" The Alien said looking at the skinsuit lying on the floor, suddenly his true white form started to melt, hollowing out his current damaged skin, his gelatinous form crawled on the floor in the direction of Nick's skin and started to enter through the holes in his head, mouth, eyes, nose, ears, soon the hollow body of Nick started to inflate and gain life, Nick's flat muscles started to get bigger to their full power. The alien was filling every part of Nick with It's slimy form, filling it like a balloon.

After a few seconds he stood up in his new human body, Nick's eyes were completely white with the gelatin alien body underneath, but they quickly started to turn into normal human eyes, now identical to Nick's eyes.

"Do you have any new assignments for me Doctor?"

"No, actually this was his last week of service before his break, you're going back to his family tomorrow"

"Are you serious? It's so boring to pretend to be a husband and a dad, You know I like the action, I want to go into combat!"

"Sorry, but I'm just following orders from the General." The Doctor said grabbing the deteriorated human skin from the floor and looking at it with a disgusted expression. "This was your fourth skin only this year" The doctor then threw the human suit inside a garbage chut on the wall, then he closed it "That's why we chose Nick to be your next skin. The General thinks it's better for you to spend some time out of combat. I know It's not fun to have to pretend to be our skins, but I guess it will be good for you to relax a little, besides you don't have to act exactly like Nick, you just have to not act too much out of character"

"Is being fucked by men too out of character for this hunky skin?" The soldier asked with a devious smile, looking at the doctor with hungry eyes.

"As long as his wife doesn't find out..." The doctor said dropping his pants to the floor, exposing the jockstrap he was wearing.

They both started to make out as Nick groped and squeezed the doctor's big package. Nick dropped to his knees and lowered the Doctor's jockstrap and was in awe to what he saw.

"Wow, your skin is so freaking hung!"

"He used this thing on a lot of women, but I didin't used it in a long time"

"Fill it up, I want to see how big it when completely filled"

The doctor member started to inflate like a modelling balloon in a fraction of seconds.

Nick then started to suck it while he jerked his own hard member. A few minutes later Nick was lying on the doctor's table with his burly legs up being roughly fucked by the doctor's thick cock.

"How is my health, doctor?" Asked Nick with a grin while having his hole stretched by the doctor's big member.

"You're fine... really fine. You are free to go to your new family. Just don't forget to smile and say sentimental words when you see them, like how much you missed them"

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Monthly Report:

Doctor, I'm having a blast in Nick's skin, you were right, I needed a break from all the action, I can have as much action in here with a body like this, I lost count of how many guys fucked me already. Apart acting like a gay slut in the shadows, his wife and kids don't even suspect their beloved husband and daddy is just a skin now. I guess I'm doing a good job as Nick.

End of report.

[lilspudstud]

Adding The Neighbor

"I look ridiculous! Can't I just wear him without wearing this stupid thong?" My grumpy boyfriend asked while wearing our hunky neighbor's body.

"That's the point, babe!" I said, caressing his new big hairy pecs and then pinched his nipples. "I want to humiliate him for all the nasty things he said about us, can you do this for me, please?"

He sighed and kissed me passionately. "Of course babe, I will do anything for you, you know that, how many men have I converted into bodysuits just for you?"

"A lot," I said, smirking.

"That's right, a fucking lot," He got on all fours on the bed, his huge hairy ass on full display, the thong barely covering our neighbor's tight straight hole. "Now come here and fuck my slutty hungry ass! Show your Daddy neighbor how much of a slut I am!"

I couldn't hold it any longer, seeing my hot manly neighbor on all fours, shaking his huge hairy ass while wearing a thong was making me crazy, I needed to fuck that ass.

Me and my boyfriend had moved to a new house a few weeks ago, but our neighbor was very religious and homophobic, he hated having a gay couple as his new neighbors, he said we were going to 'influence' his kids and a lot of other nasty comments. So I convinced my boyfriend—who had the power to turn anyone into a bodysuit—to add him to our collection. My boyfriend didn't like the Idea at first, but after I told him our neighbor called me a faggot (He didn't, but my boyfriend doesn't need to know that.) he finally decided to do it, as he always did.

Our neighbor was taking the trash out when my boyfriend sneaked behind him and grabbed him by the neck, I watched as our muscular neighbor deflated on my boyfriend's grip until he was holding a hollowed husk of muscles. Back inside our house, I handed him a small leopard-printed thong, he raised an eyebrow confused.

"I bought this yesterday, our neighbor will look good with this."

"No, I'm not wearing this, no fucking way!" He said.

Well, here he was, on all fours still wearing the leopard thong as I was fucking him. I slapped his big hairy ass hard and heard my neighbor—now boyfriend— moan loudly, begging me to keep fucking him. That night I fucked my neighbor in every position until he passed out with my cum leaking from his stretched hole. God, I loved my boyfriend and his powers.

Later our neighbor came out as gay to his family and left them to live with another man, at least that was the story we created, our neighbor was actually inside our closet with the others, his deflated body only came to life when my boyfriend and I wanted a submissive Daddy slut to spice our nights.

[lilspudstud]

A Body Stealer Tale: At The Beach

Jackson was playing handball with his friends when suddenly he felt everything around him go eerily silent. He was confused when he noticed that his friends, as well as everyone at the beach, were frozen, as if time had stopped and Jackson was the only one still moving. The waves still crashed against the shore, their rhythm unbroken and relentless, as seagulls flew above.

"Sit" Jackson heard a deep voice order.

Jackson immediately obeyed, sitting on his heels and looking up at the strange man approaching him, whose voice was so deep and powerful that made Jackson feel weird vibrations piercing their way inside his head. He knew he should be freaking out right now, but he wasn't for some odd reason.

Jackson usually wouldn't obey anyone, and even more a strange man, but the vibrations inside his head told him it was ok to obey that one man who was in front of him.

"Good boy," The man said, hovering over Jackson and looking down at him. The man placed his thumb inside Jackson's mouth and gently opened it.

"You're so hot, when I saw you playing I knew I had to try your body. Open up for me, boy," The man started to stretch open Jackson's mouth, stretching it in an inhumane way as if Jackson was suddenly made of rubber.

Jackson remained still, staring at the man with blank eyes as the man inserted his foot inside, then his other foot, for last the man placed Jackson's face over his.

Jackson looked down at his fit body, running his hands down his hard abs and finally squeezing the massive bulge in his speedos.

Suddenly everyone around him started moving again, Jackson's friends totally unaware that Jackson was now being worn by a strange man.

[lilspudstud]

A Body Stealer Tale: A Catch At The Airport

Malik was an attractive, fit Arab father and husband; he was at the airport, and he couldn't wait to go back home to his wife and kids. While he was waiting for his flight, he suddenly felt a strong headache; everything around him started to spin. It was as if his mind was hit with an invisible force, so strong he couldn't even move.

While his vision was still blurry, he could spot two men standing before him: one was short and bald, in his late 30s, while the other was muscular and young, both intently staring at him.

"He's so good looking. C'mon babe, you have to get inside him, he's your type," The handsome, muscular guy said to the short guy on his side.

"You mean YOUR type, no? You always want me to convert every Middle Eastern man you see, admit it; you want me to wear him so you can get fucked by a well-hung masculine Arab."

"Of course I do, just look at him. He's going to suit you so well, please babe." The muscular man asked, sounding like a kid trying to convince his parent to buy a toy.

Malik looked confused at the two men. He didn't understand what they were talking about, but he didn't like the way they were referring to him, talking about him as if he was a shirt on a vitrine; he was about to say something when he felt the headache come back, stronger this time. Now his vision was not only blurred, but he couldn't hear anything as well, he just watched the two men talking to each other, their voices sounding as if miles away.

"You never wear the men I like, that's so frustrating." The muscular man complained, crossing his thick arms.

"That's a big lie, yesterday I converted that taxi driver you found cute, didn't I? You're wearing him right now for god's sake," The bald man then looked at Malik, who continued sitting the entire time with a confused expression on his face. "But you're right, he would suit me very well, he has this dominating look on him that would be perfect in bed." he then turned to his boyfriend again and smiled at him. "Tell me more about him."

"His name is Malik, he's 31 and he's going back home to his family after a business travel..." The muscular guy said, reading Malik's mind as if reading a book, "Oh, and he is 9 Inches hard." He added.

"Fine, I will wear him."

"You're the best! It was the 9 Inches that changed your mind, wasn't it?" The muscular man chuckled, pulling his boyfriend for a kiss. Malik usually wouldn't allow two gay men to kiss in front of him; he wouldn't accept such a 'disrespect', but right now, Malik couldn't think straight.

"Before you convert him, I want to take a photo of the two of you together."

The bald man sighed and sat on Malik's side, putting one arm behind him. Malik was so confused, who were these two strangers? and why was he allowing them to touch and take pictures of him?

"You, big guy, put one hand on his thigh." The muscular man ordered while holding a cell phone; Malik saw himself obeying the man, "And babe? Smile, please, it's our anniversary today. Now say: Happy anniversary!"

Malik was the only one who said it.

"Alright, are you finished with the photoshoot? At this rate, we're going to miss our flight," the bald man said, standing up and grinning at Malik. "Follow me to the bathroom."

"Follow you to the bathroom..." Malik repeated mindlessly as he followed the strange bald man.

[lilspudstud]

A Body Stealer Tale: Tourists

Nikolay was a muscular and tall man; he was doing his night jogging when he passed by a gay couple; they looked like tourists.

He noticed the two men ogling him, but he was used to guys ogling his muscles, so he didn't pay much attention and just continued jogging.

"Freeze." Nikolay heard one of the men say behind him. For some reason, he did, and for some weirder reason, his vision got blurred and his mind became foggy.

He felt like his brain was hit by a strong blow leaving him disoriented.

"I have to wear this hunk! Take a photo of us babe." Nikolay heard one of them say, he then saw the short, bald guy approach him and cup his sweaty biceps, "His arms are massive, babe. Flex for us, you dumb hunk." The guy ordered, and Nikolay did. While he stood there flexing, Nikolay couldn't form a single straight thought, but he still could feel something was wrong. He felt the bald man's hands grabbing his thick biceps while the other man was taking pictures of them.

"Done," The man with the camera said.

The bald man then turned to look at Nikolay and smirked at him, "You're so hot, thank you for building such a hot body," He said, putting a hand inside Nikolay's pants and cupping his cock and balls, "Soon everything will be mine, say it, you dumb hunk."

"Soon everything will be yours, I'm a dumb hunk." Nikolay said, his voice deep and robotic.

"Where are you going to put him babe? Do you want to bring him to our hotel?" The other man asked.

"No, I can't wait that much, I need to wear him right now."

"There's an alley right here, you could do it there. I will stay here watching the entrance."

"Thank you babe." The bald man then turned to Nikolay, who was still double flexing, motionless like a mannequin. "Follow me to the alley, these biceps are gonna be mine."

"Follow you to the alley... these biceps are gonna be yours," Nikolay repeated mindlessly, following the strange man to the dark alley.

Standing at the entrance of the alley, the man's boyfriend scrolled through the photos he'd just taken of his boyfriend with the muscular stranger. Two years had passed since they first found each other, and every moment had been an exploration, an adventure. This trip to Russia was no different—a celebration of their anniversary and their shared desire to wear men. His boyfriend had always been drawn to the rugged allure of Russian men, and tonight was the fulfillment of that long-held fantasy.

He was used to his boyfriend wanting to wear every hot man they came across, and he loved him for it. He could hear grunts and moans coming from the alley—the grunts belonging to the muscular man, and the moans to his boyfriend

He couldn't help but smile. This was their way to love each other; there was no other way for two body stealers to show love.

He smiled when he saw the hot hunk walk out of the alley with a sexy grin. "So? How do I look?" The man asked, giving him a double flex.

"You look fantastic, babe," He responded in awe; he stepped closer and gave him a passionate kiss. He pulled back and caressed his boyfriend's new face. "We should get back to our hotel, I can't wait to test out your new Russian body in bed."